A Million Forever's

Summary: When Seto and Mokuba Kaiba are attacked in Domino, Japan, they must go to England for their safety. And Kaiba Seto suddenly finds himself knee-deep in a mess of a magic world in chaos...not to mention the ghosts of his past. YGO/HP crossover. Kaiba-centric.

AN/ *Facepalm*...noooo...I've been working on so many fics and now there is a sudden plot bunny, and it's HP/YGO! I'm trying to make it as original as possible, but honestly. At least the main characters aren't Bakura, Yuugi, and Malik. Don't worry, Harry Potter-verse holds a huge part in this. And the other Yu-Gi-Oh characters are playing a large role as well.

NOTE: This happens after about season two of the series, so Seto is about fifteen and Mokuba is eleven.

NEW NOTE: I have taken liberties with spells and embellished the power of one magical monster in particular (no, it's not a dementor), but those two thing won't have a huge part in the story.

Chess and Voldemort

A woman by the name of Bellatrix Lestrange was having a bad day. Honestly, she was trying to relax, and then she got called down to her master. Not that she didn't respect him with every ounce of her soul.

"Yes, my Lord?" She bowed deeply.

"I have a job for you. Gather some of the others. I need you to find somebody."

Her interest was piqued. She smiled her rabid, wolfish smile. "Really, Master. Who shall it be? And...is torture involved?"

"As much as you wish, as long as you get one Seto Kaiba alive."

"How will I know where to find him, my Great Master?" Bellatrix practically drooled at the thought of somebody screaming under her power.

"Domino, Japan."

"And, his looks?"

Her 'Master' waved a long wand in the air, as a complicated spell painted the portrait.

Her bushy black eyebrows rose. A most beautiful boy indeed...

"And...why do you need him, my Dark Lord?"

The man flicked his wand in her direction, and she screamed in unimaginable pain, dropping to the ground and scraping the floor.

"I need not questions."

The Cruciatus curse ended, but he flicked another one to her immediately. She began screaming again.

"But," He whispered cruelly. "If you really must know, he has much power. Power that is ancient and shall help us on our conquest, and then he dies, for I have no place for one like him in our new world. But his power is mirrored by others in his place, but his intrigues me most. See, the others shall be captured far later in the game, he is only the trigger to my strategy. And, for now, Seto Kaiba is a pawn I must capture, so I may turn him into a knight."

Lord Voldemort stopped his curse.

"Begone."

"Mokuba, I don't see how this is reasonable..." Seto Kaiba mumbled down to his brother.

The younger boy rolled his eyes, smiling. "We're getting some fresh air. You said we could do whatever we wanted, and I chose to go to the park."

"But I hate parks."

"Hate is a strong word."

"Honestly, Mokuba."

"Oh, just suck it up and come on."

Seto looked down at his brother in surprise that he did not show, wondering if he was dreaming. Nope, his eleven year old brother had just told him to, quote 'suck it up'. All right then...

"Fine, then."

The tired youth walked alongside his brother, wishing he could just be back home with his computer and coffee. But no...he just had to have been dragged along to take a leisurely stroll around the park.

That pissed him off, because if there was one thing Kaiba hated doing, it was anything leisurely. But Mokuba had forcibly dragged him from his office and his semi-reclusive state, just so he could 'get some fresh air' and 'be around people' (Kaiba shuddered at the thought).

Both Kaiba's headed to a small park that was rarely visited by anybody. Mokuba immediately ran to the swings, and Kaiba followed behind unhappily, though he didn't show it. He didn't show anything, just a calculated amount of distaste as he sat down on one of the swings, thinking that he would have to wash the trench coat he was wearing soon after.

"There they are." Mokuba heard the hissed words before his brother. He stood up and turned around, confused.

"Huh?" He spun around, almost tripping over the swing he was standing near to, suddenly coming face-to-face with a man (he was sure he was a man) in a long black robe, wearing a mask.

Seto turned around, eyes widening at all of the masked people. They formed a ring about both boys in the idyllic, empty park. The taller boy's azure eyes took in the scene around him. His eyes were still widened in surprise, and maybe...fear?...even if one could not tell it was there at all. He just looked a bit ticked off.

Mokuba clutched the trench coat of his brother, sensing danger, and worrying about what would happen to him and his brother. They were still young, after all. One of the masked people lunged at him, but Seto moved in front of the smaller boy before he or she could do anything. "Seto!" He cried in warning.

One of the people shouted out a word in Latin, which the young boy realized to mean 'cut'. A stream of bright gray light coursed from a stick of all things to him, brushing his cheek. He screamed in pain as blood spattered onto his left cheek from a long cut. It wouldn't leave a scar, but it was painful. Then another stream of light passed by him, slicing his arm, and he fell to the ground crying out in pain as another stream made another cut, this one on his forehead. Seto was too busy trying to hold off the other three who had directed themselves to him.

Mokuba surged to the man, and, grabbing the stick he was sure was the source of the pain, he snapped it in half just as some red bolts of light went astray, one catching his attacker, and another catching him, knocking him out.

Seto snarled as he gave a quick uppercut to one of the masked and as another bolt of red light passed by him, brushing his arm and making him feel woozy. He snatched another of the sticks, breaking it in half and then hitting another masked one hard on the stomach. Yes, Kaiba was a fighter, though he was outnumbered and there was no way he could win.

Then he saw his little brother. Bile rose in his throat, and he wondered if his beloved little brother was even still alive, before he noticed the rapid rise and fall of his chest and how blood spilled out of numerous cuts. He looked at how torn the younger one's clothes were and he became aware of his own blood wetting his face and hands, and wondered how long it had been.

It seemed like forever (but it had only been two or three minutes).

Obviously, his attackers were sadists, playing with his mind and making him weak so soon- BANG! they would let something awful loose. They were missing their shot on purpose, like a cat playing with a mouse before finally delivering that lethal blow.

God he hoped these people didn't want to eat him.

Then the BANG! came: there was a victorious shout of "CRUCIO!" and he fell to the ground, trying to hold back tears of pain, anger and frustration. He heard a strangled, held back scream. Wait...was that him?

The pain was like nothing he had felt before. He fell to his knees, digging his fingers into the grassy ground, feeling the red liquid upon them.

Dizziness overwhelmed him. It took over him until he couldn't think straight anymore, and he didn't notice shouts coming from another party, one that outnumbered those masked, who were really only four or five, maybe, before another red stream of light hit him full on and he collapsed.

He didn't know that there were people surging to grasp him to take him to their master for reasons he would forever reject. It was probably better that way.

Thoughts of the Wolf

Remus Lupin was relieved. He was relieved that the Order had realized there was a Death Eater massacre. Then, when they figured it out, he was relieved because those who the Death Eaters were targeting were only two boys, and one who was extremely and dangerously powerful. Voldemort must have wanted him as a servant.

And they were both there, and they were both alive.

Remus was incredibly impressed that, with no magic, the boys had been able to put up a fight against the Death Eaters, because they took them over very easily, probably because most of their wands were snapped.

After all of the Death Eaters had escaped or been caught and Apparated out, the remaining Order of the Phoenix members raced to the two boys, both whom were still out cold.

One of the boys, obviously much younger than the other-at about nine, perhaps-his arms were scratched up, his clothing torn, and blood coating his face, the product of some cutting curses, and his longer than normal black hair was messed up, splaying about him every which way.

The other boy, who was much taller and older and Remus found he was unable to make an accurate estimate of age for, had one long arm thrown over the heaving chest of the other boy, looking like he was in pain, also coated in blood.

One of the larger, stronger Aurors grabbed the taller one, and Remus himself grabbed the younger one, worried that the boy was traumatized, and that during the process of Apparating- because of the fact that when Apparating, air flow was only 80%-the younger boy's breathing would stop completely.

But he didn't stop breathing.

When he reached the headquarters for Order of the Phoenix, a resistance group they had re-put together, Sirius Black bounded up to him in dog form, then changing into man.

"What happened?"

"You-Know-Who happened."

"Shit."

"Exactly."

Molly Weasley immediately started worrying about the new charges, and the rest of the Order had a meeting.

In the same meeting, even Dumbledore was brought in. And his solution was simple: the Order of the Phoenix would take the boys under their metaphorical wing. Their parents would find about those unfortunate circumstances when the boys woke up and told them who they were.

Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley found a way to make themselves useful, cleaning their wounds and redoing bandages, taking care of the boys while they were unconscious and the Order was debating whether to send them to St. Mungos or not.

Of course, they were also of help when the smallest one opened his eyes, showing his purple-gray orbs for the first time...

...And spoke in a strange language.

They were not being paid to do this...